"Oh, Kitty told me to talk to you about Oblonsky," he said, as Lvov was standing on the stairs, seeing his wife and Levin off.
"Yes, yes, maman wants us, _les beaux-freres,_ to attack him," he said, blushing.
" But why should I?" "Well, then, I will attack him," said Madame Lvova, with a smile, standing in her white sheepskin cape, waiting till they had finished speaking.
" Come, let us go.